Clouds as white as clouds, clouds as white as fog, curl up from the surface of Lhasa River. In the shallow persuasion of the iceberg snow water, I was as drunk as a fiddler, and like Hada, I became a flower named Xue in the temptation of the wind. At this moment, all the people who came to see the mountains, the water and the clouds were moved by your waiting on the plateau, silently telling their respect ...-inscription.

Tian Jianhua, the father of Tianxing, a freshman at the University of Political Science and Law, is a Tibet aid judge. He was killed on his way to the countryside to handle a case and stayed in Tibet forever. Tianxing was very sad and decided to go to Tibet to collect his father's relics. At the same time, he also wanted to see what made his father so worried that he even sacrificed his life.

Just after getting off the train, Tashi, Tian Jianhua's clerk, took the card of "Beijing Tianxing" and looked for Tianxing in the bustling crowd. Tianxing and Tashi got on the bus together and soon arrived at the court. Tashi took Tianxing to Tian Jianhua's office before he died. In the office, simple and clear. This wooden stool became an office bed. There are two flags on the bench. Three or four bookcases are all books. Tian Jianhua's motto before his death was posted on the wall: "Lack of oxygen does not lack spirit, and hardship does not lower the standard." In the corner of the bookshelf, there is also a picture of Tianxing. Tianxing rubbed the photo and smiled knowingly.

Tianxing sat on his father's "bed" before his death, stroking the pillow he used before his death, and remembered the poem he wrote before his death: "Yuan Yekong, snow-capped mountains, sea of clouds and glaciers are still repeating, and the cycle of life stretches for hundreds of thousands of years. The mountains are getting higher and higher, and the monotony to the most beautiful scenery in the world is desperate; The sky is getting bluer and bluer, so pure that all the creatures on the plateau are in awe. In this way, without a trace of cowardice and hesitation, you measured this plateau with your steps. Gesang flowers are in full bloom, and Saussurea involucrata begins to thrive because of your arrival. "

At dinner, my father's colleague told Tianxing that when Tian Jianhua failed in the college entrance examination in Tianxing, the strong father cried to his colleague for the first time because he was worried about his daughter. Colleagues said that their eyes were red here, and Tianxing was surprised and moved after listening. Thick bangs covered the crystal tears on her eyelashes.

The next day, when Tianxing was sorting out his father's belongings, he found the schoolbag that his father had not sent before. Tianxing decided to give the schoolbags to the children in Lausanne instead of his father. Tianxing sent a schoolbag, stared at blue lagoon of Namco, and got on the bus reluctantly.

On the way, Tianxing saw the people who came to see me off. Tianxing asked, "Uncle, didn't we agree not to send it?" The answer is so simple and touching: "How can you not send it?" You are my daughter too. Remember, Lhasa will always be your home ... "Then he hung Bai Hada around Tianxing's neck, and the villagers followed suit. Tianxing said with tears, "I thought my father didn't love me and our family." Mother was ill and he didn't come back; He didn't come back when I was in college entrance examination, when I needed him most. He once promised me to travel with my mother in the summer vacation. We waited for three years and he didn't come back. Now I know that he will never come back. Dad, I really miss you! I want you to come back! " Tianxing has been crying: "Dad, I'm coming to see you. The snowy mountain on the plateau is you; That flying eagle is you; The flowing Lhasa River is you; This sacred Hada is you ... "

Facing the breeze of the car window, Tianxing's father's voice sounded: "The fog as white as a cloud, the cloud as white as a fog, curled up from the surface of the Lhasa River. In the shallow persuasion of the iceberg snow water, I was as drunk as a fiddler, and like Hada, I became a flower named Xue in the temptation of the wind. But at this moment, all the people who come to see the mountains, the water and the clouds are all impressed by your waiting on the plateau, silently telling their respect ... "

This car, carrying Hada, which was full of happiness, set foot on the road home and disappeared into the depths of the road. ...

The next day: Xu Weiwei